Thank you to my In-Laws!

Last Thursday, Sue, Mike and Dut pampered me beyond belief to a day at the spa. DAY, yes day, meaning I had four treatments, three mimosas, two cups of tea, and one ceasar salad, all right there in my robe at the Woodhouse Day Spa. (Two of those treatments included a scalp massage of some sort, which explains the first photo). I’ve always wanted to go there. . . this “sanctuary of wellness”. . . a charming Victorian home just blocks from our house-lovely gardens and lots of wood (reminds me a lot of the charm at Glen Ella where we got married).

My in-laws have always spoiled me rotten, but this treat came at just the right time in my life, to dose me with some invigoration and relaxation, as we proceed through this crazy journey! (It’s possible they were just buttering me up to make sure I’ll take good care of their son since they are 1,400 miles away from Denver, but either way, it worked out well for me-ha ha).

One thing certainly worth noting in my experience at the spa was getting my nails done. Yes, ME, a manicure and a pedicure, not only did I get them clipped and buffered and filed, etc, but I got them POLISHED! I thought what they hey, I’m in the spa afterall. The lady showed me the colors to pick from, and I got sortof dizzy in all those color choices-lots of bright reds and pinks and oranges. I found two in the mix that really stuck out to me-both light and sparkly and fun, but I was quite confident in the one I choose so I went with that. Right as she was about to apply the polish, she flipped the bottle upside down to read my color choice. (Who knew polishes were named on the bottom-if I ever did know that, I had forgotten)

My choice? “BELIEVE”. I just smiled and told her to polish away! Two coats please!